This got me to thinking about how when I was young and around, no there were no legos. But how much pleasure and hours and hours of joy my brother and I got from a laundry-basket full of wooden blocks of various sizes and shapes that my grandfather made for us so lovingly. I still have some of those around and my grandson plays with them.

oh snap. My kids like to say cute things like "Did they still drive horses and carriages when you were a kid?" and then high five each other. I tell them that their kids with the cellphone implants will some day make fun of them too.

My kids asked me the other day if I watched Spongebob when I was a kid. I told them there was NO Spongebob when I was a kid. They looked at me in abject horror. Such a world is inconceivable. Their grandmother's stories rock them to the core of their souls.